The Trip

I Would Go

In no time, Frank stood at the front of the gate of his house, staring at it sternly. His eyes were deep and lost, looking like someone in a pickle.

" Sigh..." A sigh escaped his lips, after which he continued his way into the compound. There were two buildings behind the gate, one of them being a two-story building and the other a one-story. It was a rented flat.

Frank bounced towards the two-story building and then into the door in its middle. Behind the door lied an extremely long staircase which, as soon as he saw," Damn" he exclaimed. " Not again", He muttered under his breath as he stared at the long zigzag staircase in his line of sight.

Throwing his annoyance to the back of his mind, he began his race through the staircase, sprinting his way to the top. On getting to the topmost floor of the staircase, he was greeted with the scenery of two doors on opposite sides, one on his left and the other, on his right.

He walked straight to the one to his right and knocked. No one answered.

Seeing no one answering him, he didn't bother knocking a second time or calling for someone to know whether there was anyone at home as he knew there definitely was.

He directly pulled down the door handle and, just as he had expected, the door shut open. He wasn't locked outside, he was just being given an attitude.

" Sigh..." Letting out his third sigh of the day, though this one being incredibly soundless as he couldn't risk his African parent hearing it, he walked in and closed the door behind him.

He turned around, and his pupils fell on the two people seated on two different chairs in the sitting room. One was a quite aged man who seemed to have retained his youthful good looks from his young days. On the other seat sat a beautiful-looking also slightly aged woman. They both looked like a couple carefully crafted by the maker.

" Good morning ma, Good morning sir " He greeted them. This was the first time he had seen them today, as before they woke up, he had already left them for some quality reasoning time with himself while the morning breeze supplied him with fresh air. These two people were the ones who birthed him, his parents. To his greetings earlier, the reply he got was utter silence.

Both people had a phone placed in their hand. Going on with what they were doing, they paid no heed to Frank's entry nor his greetings, pretending like they had heard nothing. They treated it as if no one spoke just now.

Frank stared at them for a while and then stormed off towards his room in annoyance. Just as he closed in on his room, he paused. He turned and walked back to them.

" Dad, mom ", Frank called out again, but was still given silent treatment. After a short while of waiting and being given no attention, he finally spoke. " I will leave as soon as I make a little preparation ", he said. His words led to an immediate switch in expression and mood of his parents as they stared at him with eyes filled with glints of joy and faces, covered by lovely smiles.

" Now you are talking, my boy" James, Frank's father, exclaimed with unfettered joy as he immediately got up and walked towards Frank. In no time, he had his hands around Frank's shoulder and guided him towards a chair, helping him sit down properly.

Cynthia, Frank's mom, on the other hand, had already walked into the kitchen and in no time walked out with a plate filled with rice and other wonderful delicacies to amplify its taste.

She carefully placed it on a table that was nearby and drew the table towards him. There was also a piece of spoon which she had brought along with the plate. She dug the spoon into the meal. " Here you go, enjoy your meal dear ", she said with a loving smile as she stretched out her hand to rub and pinch his cheeks.

Seeing their various reactions, he immediately forgot their earlier dramas and a smile crept into his face as warmth filled his heart. Out there, there existed a lot of parents who couldn't be bothered with their children's current well-being, to talk about their future. But here was Frank with such loving parents who worried day and night about him, and yet all they got in return was even more reason to worry. He couldn't help but curse himself for his behavior due to a little bit of fear.

Alas, as soon as his train of thought got to that stage, he paused. " Little bit of fear..." He muttered. " N ever mind, when I get to the bridge, I will definitely cross it" He spoke again, determination filled his gaze. All these words in a voice only he could hear. Not even his parents who were nearby heard them.